Looking up to the blackened sky above,
Brilliant jewels twinkle in the night.
Stars fading in and out,
Planets with their steady light.

A foreign finger pokes the sky,
On a sapphire gem it does linger.
Earth's blue rays never wavering,
The world rests on a child's tiny finger.

"What is that?" the child asks.
"That is Earth," answers a parental tone.
"And is there life there?" the little one demands.
"Of that, it is not known."
"But surely, father, we are not all alone?"